An afternoon, by light rain ,

'O this day
What a day it is...'
he thought being blown by kiss
Of the air...having charms of monsoon
O dear...
A sky not fully sunny
But soft illumed
As if she had possessed recent a tune
Made him sleepy
While running the road of the city...
Moist, generative,
Yet so so evocative
Like God
The Precursor
The Hope
The Faith...
Silent
Like a small comforting death
Amidst the cool...

he thought he saw white
And the generation of light
Like a rain
Weather report writing not in vain...
Twenty nine degrees,
Haze
And
Light rain...

and he rode
The road
Thinking her
The sky possessing Her
The soft illumed state...
light rain he on road surely met...